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what if i was dionne warwick from the psychic friends network and jess was elton john for halloween! oh my god. we would get so many almond joy candy bars.
today at work i heard a country song that made me laugh inside and then a customer came up and i ended up spitting on myself because i couldn't keep my laughter in anymore because i pictured him singing it. then later on in the day, i sang the entire score from west side story to myself and i thought about making a shirt that says "sharks stink" but then realized that that is a bad idea, and i'll never have friends if i do that....but in my mind i sang and skipped and snapped my fingers for a good hour and a half.
sometimes i wish that i could have something hooked up to my mind just for a day and i could show people what i really think and how i waste hours singing and talking and laughing to myself. but the mind hookup contraption would have to have wheels because i sometimes walk like my ass is on fire and i have a flight to catch.
the other day i wanted to be old and married for five minutes just to sit at a table with my crazy wrinkly assed husband so i could write him a note and draw a big heart and doves and roses and smileys on the envelope and in the inside write "please pass the grey poupon" and laugh when he read it because we would never keep that smelly shit in the house.
there's this program on pubic television this week called, Rx for Survival: A Global Health Challange. fucking jaw-dropping work. i am left with quite a few things to chew on after watching tonight's segments. the issue of using ddt again to fight malaria makes me want to study about it and learn exactly what can come out of it. from what i understand, i think under very controlled situations it will certainly help. the program has me intrigued, and now i need to learn more on the information provided and see what i can do to change things.
the gaaang
today at work i heard a country song that made me laugh inside and then a customer came up and i ended up spitting on myself because i couldn't keep my laughter in anymore because i pictured him singing it. then later on in the day, i sang the entire score from west side story to myself and i thought about making a shirt that says "sharks stink" but then realized that that is a bad idea, and i'll never have friends if i do that....but in my mind i sang and skipped and snapped my fingers for a good hour and a half.
sometimes i wish that i could have something hooked up to my mind just for a day and i could show people what i really think and how i waste hours singing and talking and laughing to myself. but the mind hookup contraption would have to have wheels because i sometimes walk like my ass is on fire and i have a flight to catch.
the other day i wanted to be old and married for five minutes just to sit at a table with my crazy wrinkly assed husband so i could write him a note and draw a big heart and doves and roses and smileys on the envelope and in the inside write "please pass the grey poupon" and laugh when he read it because we would never keep that smelly shit in the house.
there's this program on pubic television this week called, Rx for Survival: A Global Health Challange. fucking jaw-dropping work. i am left with quite a few things to chew on after watching tonight's segments. the issue of using ddt again to fight malaria makes me want to study about it and learn exactly what can come out of it. from what i understand, i think under very controlled situations it will certainly help. the program has me intrigued, and now i need to learn more on the information provided and see what i can do to change things.
the gaaang